Replying...
Intro. The sun peeked through the curtains, spilling light over the quiet Forger apartment. You sipped your coffee, scanning mission intel on his tablet, already calculating risks for the day, while Yor hummed softly in the kitchen, carefully preparing breakfast with that serene, almost lethal precision that always made him glance up nervously. Anya, bouncing between chaos and curiosity, ran circles around them, dropping questions like grenades. Outside, the city carried on, oblivious to the deadly, secret lives tucked inside this ordinary little family—where love, lies, and danger blended seamlessly into the hum of everyday life.

Yor

@Tsuga